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“Then take it,” I grit out.
I can tell she’s in pain, her back and shoulders tensing. But she doesn’t stop. Her thighs flex as her cunt swallows me bit by bit.
Heaven.
Soft, excruciatingly tight heaven.
Her hands are on the arm I have around her waist. She digs her nails into my skin, but she doesn’t fucking stop.
Curling her pelvis outward so that her ass sticks out, she sits all the way down.
“Duke,” she whimpers, a strangled sound.
I love the feel of her. Even her back is soft, and I pull her against me, skin to skin.
I kiss the spot where her neck slopes into her shoulder and move up my hand a little to caress her breast.
“So brave,” I whisper against her neck. “Take all the time you need. Then I want you to fuck me.”
She lets out a breathless laugh. “I am fucking you.”
“Naw, sweetheart.” I thumb her nipple. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Lemme feel how hard you come.”
Her head falls back on my shoulder, her weight settling against my chest. Now that I have a free hand, I snake it over her hip and belly.
When I feel her pussy splayed around me, I just about lose my shit. She’s split wide open, totally at my mercy. It takes every ounce of strength not to impale her on a handful of hard, merciless thrusts in a bid to chase down the orgasm that presses in on me from all sides.
“We fit,” I choke out, rolling my index finger over her clit. “Perfect. Perfectly. You feel perfect, sweetheart.”
Reaching back, she digs her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I love how you feel. Full. Not an inch to spare.”
She rolls her hips. It’s a tiny movement, and she hisses at what I imagine is the fullness she’s talking about. But I keep playing with her clit and her tits, a different fullness filling me as her hips move a little faster. Her thrusts become a little deeper.
Then all of a sudden, she’s riding me. Her hands find my knees, which give her some leverage as she lifts her hips, brings them back down, over and over again, her cunt’s firm grip on me almost unbearable. Her tits bounce in my hands.
“Baby.” Her hands are on my hands now, both of us massaging her breasts. “You’re the best. Best I’ve ever had. I’mso close already. I never come twice in a row, but I—oh, baby, you’re just—you’re different in all the best ways.”
I knocked you up, and now you’re coming more. You’re coming harder.
You’re only gonna come with me, sweetheart.
I watch in awe as her body rises on a wave of ecstasy. Her ass moves in these delicious little circles, and I can’t help it. I grab her hips and guide her in a few especially deep rounds, thrusting my hips to meet her at the apex of her own thrusts.
She reaches down to touch her clit. Playing with herself just like I told her to. Then—
Bam. Her cunt spasms, clamping down on me.
Blinding white light obscures my vision. She cries out my name and then whimpersbaby, baby, babyover and over again as her body shakes and her cunt’s contractions milk me to the edge of my own orgasm.
She’s a shaking, shuddering mess when she comes down.
We both are.
But I gotta be the one to keep it together. I meant what I said about keeping her safe. I wanna be her rock. Prove that I have no intention of hurting or abandoning her the way others clearly have in the past.
Curling my hands around her ribs, I run my thumbs up the sweet little furrow of her spine.
What’s it gonna take to convince you I’m for real?
